Written by: aida melesse

If only I could give myself
To the fine wind,
That takes its course
through the chaos of the world,
airy as a feather 
agile as a dust.

Only if I let it bear me,
Sweep me off my feet.

If only I could give myself
to the crested wave
that rolls through the raging sea,
slick as a seal
smooth as silk.

Only if I could borrow myself
To the burning fire
With golden flicks
of flaring arms

Let it 
Light me to ashes.

Only then 
shall I be woken, 
and on my way again..